The Other Half of Me: Part Four

I was glad I only had cats to feed and not dogs to let out and or anything else I had to be responsible for so I could just spend the night somewhere without it mattering. By the time we got back, it was almost 9 at night, which was my normal read-in-bed time, but I had to admit this was so much more exciting.

We had rented two movies: 13 Going on 30 and Under the Tuscan Sun, both sufficient girlie movies for a sleepover. We had picked up a DNA test, each of us paying half. We also picked up 2 boxes of movie theater popcorn, 2 packets of facial masks, and box of curlers for our hair. Well, her hair. I could only curl my bangs.

And a bottle of wine, which was not something I remember having at my 13-year-old sleepovers, but it made for a better party.

When we awoke the next morning, it looked as though a hurricane had swept through Sarah's room, which was once a pristine haven decorated in light purple and gray, but was now covered in popcorn, CD+G's, and broken curlers.

“You look like hell Sarah. What the fuck did you do to your hair?” I felt someone kick my legs gently.

I was not normally very cognitive when I woke in the early hours of the day, but being laden with a wine hangover didn't make it any easier to not only remember where I was, but to figure out who the hell was talking to me. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Jesus Sarah. How much did you drink? You have shit on your face, curlers hanging in your face and your hair is gone!”

I felt a slight crust on my face, and realized I had forgotten to wash off the clay mask completely. The curler bounced off my forehead. I slightly gained some clarity and realized this was Sarah's brother talking to me. And he thought I was her. I started laughing hysterically, even though it made my raging headache ever worse. I rolled over in the bed and accidentally slapped Sarah in the face.

The force of my hand caused her to bolt straight up in bed and scream “STOP FUCKING HITTING ME, ASSHOLE!”

“Oh, THAT'S you Sarah. I thought your friend was you.”

This caused me to laugh even harder. It felt so good to finally laugh again, even though my head disagreed. “Sarah!” laugh “Your brother!” laugh “Thinks I am you!” laugh “Little does he know!” hysterical laugh.

“Oh fuck, he's in for a surprise, isn't he?” she laughed back.

“What? You finally got yourself a lesbian girlfriend? Well, that explains a lot,” he replied, which earned an a very hard hit with a pillow in his face.

“Um, your lady man just hit me.”

“Fuck you! LOOK at her, James. Just look. At her face. Then look at me.”

“What are you talking about, freak?”

“JUST DO IT!” she screamed.

“Fine, geez,” he relented, and got about 3 inches from my face. “What. Am. I. Looking. For.....wait.....”

“You see it right?” she smiled.

“Jesus H. Christ, Sarah,” he said as he backed up. “Why does she look like you? Is this some sort of freaky joke? Or are you two in a club where you get plastic surgery to look like each other?”

Sarah swallowed. “My head hurts.” Curlers also hung precariously from her hair, smacking her in the eye as she talked.

“Stop stalling. Answer me.”

I looked at him. He did slightly look like us, which made me hopeful for the DNA results. I then remembered the test. “Where did we put the test, Sarah?”

She looked around and reached over to her end table and opened the drawer. She picked up the test and threw it to James. “Here. This should explain a little of it.”

He rolled the box in his hands. “So, she's a bastard child of your father's?”

I glared at him. “No, dumbass, I'm your sister's twin sister. Which makes me your sister, too.”

He took my comment and pretended like I had stabbed him in the heart. “She...she called me a dumbass, Sarah! Your....wait, what the fuck did you just say?” He stood up straight.

“Go ask your mom. She'll tell you the story. Its too early for this shit,” I say as I roll back over and close my eyes.

“Seriously Sarah. What is going on here?” he demanded.

“Seriously James. Go ask mom. And shut my door,” she said as she laid back down as her brother reluctantly exited the room.

We both looked at each other and laughed again, but our heads screamed out for more sleep so we relented and closed our eyes and drifted back into dreams of twins and sisters, and finding our paths crossing with those we didn't even know we loved yet.

Well, and I dreamed of getting hit by a car a few times, but that was besides the point.